It was supposed to be an easy goddamn bounty on some backwater colony. The bounty having information on Vido was an added bonus. His employers forgot to mention that the damn Alliance was after the same guy; and that the mercs had a base on said backwater colony. After nearly a week of surveillance, he had the mark's routine mapped out and the Alliance's. Just as he went in to capture the bastard, a bloody shuttle dropped a team of soldiers off. So Zaeed found himself in an odd, three-way battle, trying to dodge bullets from both sides.
He watched his bounty go down in a hail of bullets and, since it was no longer his fight, decided to retreat from the battle. A well placed sniper shot would have ended his retreat permanently if a biotic push hadn't sent him flying to the ground. He sent a silent thank you to the soldier who obviously didn't listen to order as he began a low retreat. Zaeed could hear the aggravated yells of a squad leader, even over the din of the fight as he crawled away.
Showered and dressed in civvies, he watched the military shuttles land outside the small colony from the room he had rented. None of the captured men were Vido unfortunately. It would've made his life a lot bloody easier. He was halfway through a meal when his 'tool beeped.
E.S.- I need to fucking talk to you.
Z.M.- Ella? What's wrong sweetheart?
E.S.- Don't you dare sweetheart me.
Z.M.- What did I do?
E.S.-Oh, you've done plenty. Now where are you?
Z.M.- I'm goddamn eating a meal on a backwater colony . It's been a fucking long day for me sweetheart.
"Oh, it could've been a helluva lot worse Massani. Let me tell you."
He turned in the chair and found a very pissed off Ella standing behind him. Zaeed opened his mouth to respond, but her glare cut him off.
"Not here. I'm giving you fair warning a platoon of pissed off soldiers is about five minutes away. Seeing as I have a double shift now thanks to what happened earlier, I won't be staying."
"When's the shift bloody done?"
"0100. I'll send you coordinates where you can meet me." She grabbed a bag of take out from the bartender and disappeared out the back before the rest of her squad arrived. Zaeed finished his meal and a few beers, listening to the murmur of the marines. A thread of . . . something shot through him when he overheard one of the men discuss his chances with Private Shepard. His first instinct was to bash the man's face in, but that would lead to questions he didn't want to answer along with troubles for Ella. He reined his temper in and allowed himself to be pulled into an impromptu game of poker with the locals until right before meeting with Ella.
The prefab was so covered in overgrowth, he almost missed it. Inside the air was fresh, instead of the expected staleness. A few blankets spread out in a corner and low watt floodlights were the only signs Ella had been residing there. Zaeed didn't have to wait long for her to show.
The door slid open and she walked in, her face carefully blank. She stepped up towards him and shoved. "What the hell are you doing here? And in a fucking Blue Sun's camp?"
"What the fuck do you think I do for a goddamn living?"
"Not with the mercs you don't!"
"I wasn't working with the goddamn Blue Suns. I didn't know there was a base here. Your squad gunned down my bounty."
"You should have left the minute you saw us Zaeed!"
"Why? Because I can predict where the bloody alliance is going to show up now?"
She stalked away from him, pacing along the edge of the prefab, grumbling under her breath. She whirled on him, poking him in the chest. "You nearly got killed you stupid fucker. If I hadn't realized it was you, you'd be dead."
He grabbed her wrist. "Don't fucking poke me. I'm not bloody apologizing for doing my job. You know what it is I do and if you don't like it, you can fuck off sweetheart."
Her biotics flared momentarily before Ella calmed and poked at him with her free hand. "I know what you do. I don't want you to be stupid about it you idiot."
Zaeed crowded her against the prefab's wall and grabbed her other hand, trapping them between their bodies. "I'm not a bloody idiot Ella. I've been doing this a long goddamn time. I can watch out for myself."
"Apparently not all the time. I've got double rotations while we're planet side after my stunt to save your ass."
The offhanded comment of the marine back at the hotel drifted through his head. "That a problem? Seems you made yourself a cozy little nest in here. Bet it gets lonesome by yourself."
Ella leaned back to grin at him. "What? Think this is my love nest where I sneak off for an illicit rendezvous with another marine?"
"You said it, not me." He took a risk and switched her two hands into his one. The free hand settled on her collarbone and he felt her pulse jump.
"This is a place I don't have to share. At least for a few days. Don't get really have that on a ship. The requisitions officer worked with my recruit class. He's a good guy."
"You have a thing for good guy's Shepard?" Zaeed's head lowered towards her, pausing just before their lips met. "Or do you prefer something else?"
Ella tilted her head slightly and initiated contact. Frustration and fear morphed into lust faster than either expected. Zaeed's tongue traced the seam of her lips and they parted under him. His hand released her wrists to pull her closer while the other cupped her neck. Hers curled around his shoulders, pressing them together from hip to chest. The kiss deepened, only breaking apart for Zaeed to place small biting kisses down her neck. She arched below him, her hips coming in contact with the obvious bulge beneath his pants. A whimper escaped her, drawing a dark chuckle from him.
"Come back to the hotel with me," he demanded between kisses, his hand abandoning her hip to rake up her body and settled on her chest.
"I can't," she nearly whimpered. "I have maybe half an hour before they realize I'm gone. Here?"
He groaned against her neck. "I'm not bloody fucking you on a pile of blankets on the floor the first time. I'm going to take my goddamn time with you Ella."
His words were like fire through her. Her hands tightened against him. "Please," she nearly begged.
Zaeed cursed under his breath before he pulled his hands away from her. He tore at the zipper of her fatigue pants, pushing them down her legs. They let out matching groans as his fingers slid between skin and fabric to dip into her folds, thumb settled against her clit as he slipped first one, then a second finger inside of her. "Goddamn Ella. So fucking ready for me."
Her hips arched towards him, urging him on. Ella ground down as his fingers curled in her. With a final swipe of his thumb, he pulled his hand away to tug her pants and panties down her legs and over her boots. Zaeed dropped to his knees in front of her and pulled her thigh to rest on his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around her leg and with a cocky smile directed at her; he lowered his head.
Ella wasn't loud necessarily, but she was vocal. He enjoyed pulling gasps, strangled moans, and the occasional murmured "yes" and "fucks" from her as his tongue and fingers explored. A nearly feral bolt of satisfaction shot through him when she shuddered and moaned while her body tightened and fluttered around his fingers. Zaeed waited for her to relax before placing a small kiss to the inside of her thigh as he removed his fingers and stood.
He couldn't contain his own groan when she grabbed his hand and licked her juices from his fingers. A sated smile graced her face as she sucked his fingers and then he was her turn to go after his zipper. Ella pushed his pants and briefs aside, encircling him in her grip. She slipped her hand up and down his cock a few times and then pulled away. He growled, but watched her hands slide down her body and dip in between her legs.
Zaeed's head dropped against her neck as Ella's slick hand pumped up and down his cock. Her thumb circled the head before it scrapped lightly down his length. He groaned and thrust into her hand. His head dropped to her neck as she searched out his sensitive spots. His teeth nipped against her skin as he spurted into her hand.
The two stood together while their breathing slowed. Ella pushed him away lightly so she could clean herself up before righting her clothes. Her clothes were barely on before Zaeed wrapped her arms around her, pulling her in for a brief, but intense kiss. His hand squeezed her upper arms gently. "Let me know the next time you have a goddamn shore leave sweetheart."
"Probably won't be awhile. I think we're only halfway through our deployment."
"Don't fucking care. Let me know."
"I will." She sighed. "I need to go before they decide I've gone AWOL." Her hand rested on his scarred cheek momentarily. "Be safe Zaeed, for me. I nearly lost you once, I can't do it again." Her eyes widened at the impulsive words, and she fled the prefab before he could respond.